The fear of being asked what I want is coupled with the desire to just be asked, so I can answer.
The answer being, there are two desires that compete for first place in my heart:
I want you to be happy forever. And,
I want you forever.
So ultimately I am faced with the age-old question, is love wanting someone or wanting them to be happy?
I think the answer is I want to be the one who makes you happy.
I need the snow to keep falling,
To cover my fears and anxieties
In a white blanket.
To freeze it all,
So nothing changes
Until our spring arrives.
I need to keep sleeping,
To keep hibernating,
To keep dreaming.
Once I found myself standing in the snow while praying for rain.
Now I beg for the harshest winter
Not to numb the pain,
But to keep everything in tact,
To stay the same.
To allow a season of rest
So that we may once again grow.
So keep falling,
Keep falling,
Keep falling in love, dear snow.
When I'm alone
I play music a little louder
And dance in the kitchen
When I'm in transit
I have an existential crisis about how we are eliterqlly carrying around our most important possession our lives, and launching it across wide areas where anything could happen.
Word.